That Damn Cat
Nov 7 · 1 min read

She stands next to my pillow at night pawing at the covers,
her purr a clue to pay attention or out comes the claw.
If the Grand Canyon roared it would sound like that damn cat.
So I lift the covers and wait for her grand entrance.
She stands there, roaring, with her head underneath and her butt in my face.
Impatient, I shove her in.
A few seconds later,
worried about tender body parts…


